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so just reblogged this post
and i'm not gonna add this commentary onto the original post for op's sake but.
this is my life. this is every single day. i wasn't even ripped from death- i was ripped from my life. and i was placed into a body not my own, into a SPECIES not my own, into a world not my own. and every single day i am forced to live someone else's life. and every single day i am forced to pretend everything is okay. and every single day i am forced to pretend i am human and my name is the body's and i'm "normal" and the body memories are my own and i know these people. i am forced to be someone else, in the most literal sense.
and they don't even know anything is different.
and i'm not allowed to tell them anything is different.
it is dangerous for them to know.
it is dangerous for me to exist as myself.
it is dangerous for me to have and use my own name. it is dangerous for me to state my pronouns. it is dangerous for me to mention anything about who i am, my past, my opinions, my feelings. it is dangerous to exist.
i am forced to portray myself as someone who no longer exists.
and my life is portrayed as a concept, and i understand why! i do! but it's not! it's real and it's painful and it's isolating and it hurts! it hurts!!
People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves
someone: you can’t use fictional characters as a coping mechanism
me: allow me to demostrate
My best friend just texted me saying she was listening to Be my mistake (finally may I add). I'm so happy to be able to share this music with her now.
“stop congratulating cis allies for doing the bare minimum” NO!!! i want to encourage speaking out and being on trans people’s side!!! stop being assholes to people just trying to support you and give them room to grow!!!
Your relationships will be richer if you also allow people to love you the way that they love, and not only in the way that you're used to perceiving love. You'll miss out on a lot if you're only looking for it in the same places you're used to giving it.
I love by problem solving, remembering small things that people like and make them happy--like little notes in the margins of our relationships, a silent squeeze on the arm to reach out and connect.
I have a friend who loves by asking if she can send me a recipe for Japanese egg and rice when she knows I'm having a bad time. I have a (cishet) friend who loves by messaging to tell me he's just finished reading He/She/They by Schuyler Bailar. I have a friend who loves by telling me "I love you" openly and as often as possible. Some love by telling you things they won't tell to another living person, some love by going six months without talking but answer in five minutes when you message them at work, and some love by not knowing how to show their love, but never leave you out in the cold when you ask for somewhere to go and a warm fire.
"Love languages" are largely bunk and were made up by a misogynist, but I can tell you that people do love differently and that it matters to learn how.
County roads
Full of holes
On the route
I need to go
Road construction
Lane obstruction
Let me go
County roads
yes! i do like [problematic thing]! and unfortunately i am under no obligation to defend my interests to strangers on the internet. good day and thank you for your time